Xia Jie confirmed the location of the soul bone. With a lift of his right hand, Xi Zhuangyuan proactively held out her hand before him.
Xia Jie's expression immediately turned solemn. He too extended both palms, one above and one below, covering Xi Zhuangyuan's right hand from a distance.
He began softly chanting an obscure, incomprehensible incantation. Bright white spiritual light immediately radiated between his palms, trembling faintly as though it possessed life.
Then, two thread-thin tendrils of spiritual light silently emerged from Xia Jie's palms, precisely piercing into Xi Zhuangyuan's little finger and instantly drawing taut as bowstrings.
Under Yuan Ming and Xi Ying's tense gazes, Xia Jie carefully manipulated his hands. The bone segment radiating a deep blue glow seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, gradually separating from Xi Zhuangyuan's body.
Time slowly passed, and the span of one incense stick felt stretched endlessly long.
At last, with a crisp, soft sound, the Bright Moon Soul Bone completely detached from Xi Zhuangyuan's body and floated in the air.
The soul bone was crystalline and translucent, like a meticulously carved piece of jade. Though it was no different in shape from an ordinary little-finger bone, the profound blue radiance contained within gave off an otherworldly aura.
Yuan Ming stared at it, and intense amazement surged within him. This bone segment was flawless, like a divine artifact that should not have existed in this world.
Just then, an indescribable greed suddenly rose within Yuan Ming. As though drawn in by the soul bone, he wanted to claim it for himself.
But in the next instant, he abruptly came to his senses, realizing something was wrong with his emotions. He immediately formed a hand seal and forced himself to calm his mind and focus his spirit.
Xi Ying and